RodelindaThen take the style of bloody and inhumane,names that will suit thee well,with thy own hand, before my very eyes,take this my son, and murder him. – Fulfil it,so may thy glory, all, all,in that one crime lie buried.Unulfo(What is`t I hear!)

GrimoaldoAre these –

RodelindaYes, these, these are my last firm sentiments.

GrimoaldoSure, you are far from earnest, or you dream?

RodelindaNo, I don’t dream, nor do I now deceive you,I cannot be, at once, a tyrant’s wifeand mother of a young and lawful kingI cannot to this chaste and modest bosom,clasp, at one time, my son and foe together.

GrimoaldoSay duke, was this the way,that Rodelinda would become my wife?

RodelindaYes, upon this condition,I offer you my hand. Think well, and know,if you my spouse, and I your consort be,I wed revenge, and you wed death in me.

Unulfo(How artful she works his passion up,and what a faithful pattern to her sex.)